Chapter 4Back at home—their shared building, at least—they went up the stairs together. On the third floor, Matthew moved toward the door; Dylan said, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” and it was a question, and Matthew didn’t know why.
He said, “Of course. We’re doing that stairwell fight first thing. It’ll be good.”
“It will be, yeah.” A small pause happened; Dylan shifted his grip on a bag of Thai food. “Okay. Um…good night.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll be awesome,” Matthew told him, and opened the door.
Two steps on the other side, he realized that he hadn’t grabbed his own healing salve for the lines on Dylan’s wrist, and he spun around and bolted back through the door.
Dylan had vanished. Impressively fast.
Matthew said several profanities, self-directed, out loud.
He lunged for h
